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Siren Beauty
You move with limbs of snake,
Mind of ice, heart of coal,
Hurl hooks from your tongue;
You burn me with your eyes;
You destroy what bores you,
And leave a cloying perfume--
A scent of death in the air--
Still I crouch at your feet.
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Rejection
Your love tore
Like a file
Into my heart;
As I watched
You laugh,
The sun bled
Into my eyes.
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Dust
When time finally claims my flaking bones,
And empties my two shining, crystal stones,
I will become a speck of dust in your eye,
Always there, no matter how thin the light.
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Last updated 01-jun-09
